Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

CHAPTER 4.

When Lucy and I arrived at the second floor, she quickly dragged me to the boutique. A female attendant was standing by, and she welcomed us with a smile.

Lucy showed the attendant her VIP card, and she allowed us entry to browse through the collection of female dresses that we want.

When Lucy picked out a stunning red mini dress that was too short and too exposing, she handed it over to me and I gasped, “What’s this?”

I swiftly rejected the red dress and complained, “I cannot put this on.”

Lucy laughed and asked, “What’s wrong with you, Carolina? You have to wear something revealing. So hurry up.” She quickly threw the red dress at me to have a change of my clothes. But I held it out with irritation, contemplating to wear it.

“Lucy, are you going to make payment for this red dress? I do not have the money to pay for it and I am also owing you,” I reminded her as I held the dress carefully so that it doesn’t get torn.

“Go and change your clothes. You work here now and the cost of this red dress will be deducted from your monthly paycheck,” Lucy said, and I looked at her face with surprise.

“Lucy, I haven’t even earned money yet and I don’t know how much I will be paid and you are acquiring debt for me,” I told her, wanting to reject the dress and she asked me, “Carolina, do you want to use the exit door? It’s either you put this red dress on or you leave this club. Mr. Karen Walker isn’t as merciful as you think. He prioritizes looking good to make male clients happy and feel at home. So hurry up.”

Looking at Lucy’s stern face, I gulped back my protest and went into the fitting room and changed my old clothes. As I wore the new red dress, it hugged my slender figure, accentuating my shape and revealing my cleavage to the naked eyes.

“Oh no! Why will I have to wear this? I am not comfortable wearing this revealing red dress,” I muttered in the fitting room, but recalling my mother’s blunt words and that I shouldn’t come back home again. I know that I do not have any other choice than to do what Lucy suggests.

Taking one final look at my alluring self in the dressing room mirror, I exhaled heavily before walking out of the fitting room and holding my old handbag that I stuffed my old clothes inside, and likewise my phone.

“Now you look attractive. Let’s go,” Lucy quickly dragged me away and led me back to the first floor of the club.

Tensely, I walked out of the elevator with Lucy, and she led me back to meet Mr. Karen.

“Excuse me, Boss, here’s my friend, Joy,” Lucy said, and we saw her boss discussing with another VIP clients.

Mr. Karen looked at me in surprise. His eyes widened in shock as his gaze settled on my chest, and he nodded.

“It’s fine. Show her how to entertain the men. I will see you both later,” Mr. Karen quickly dismissed Lucy and I. And I am nervous by what he meant by *entertain the men.*

Lucy led me away to the exclusive bar tables, and she asked the man seated there, “Hello, excuse me, sir? What will you like to order for tonight?”

I saw other waitresses serving drinks and appearing cheerful. However, my gaze shifted to the patron that Lucy and I want to attend to.

The man was handsome, exuding an air of wealth, as he shifted his gaze away from his phone and peered at Lucy first, before his eyes lazily shifted to look at me. His pupils widened in shock like Mr. Karen had, and he sat up properly to face me. However, I blame myself for having a huge milk factory on the top of my chest.

“Hi, miss, can I get to know more about you?” The young man asked me, clearly ignoring Lucy, and I shook my head and looked at Lucy for her help.

“I’m sorry, sir. My friend is new here, and she cannot be at your service for tonight. Kindly let me know your orders?” Lucy asked, taking over the job.

But the man’s eyes narrowed at Lucy, and I didn’t expect him to cause a scene as he stood up and said, “If you do not allow her to serve me, then I am out of here!”

“What?” My jaw hit the ground, seeing the man pointed at me.

Mr. Karen hastily hurried over and stopped at the man’s table.

“Excuse me, sir. You do not have to get annoyed with my girls. What do you want them to do for you?” Mr. Karen asked, his voice gentle as he peered at the angry client, who calmed and looked at us.

A sly smile curled up his lips as he said, “I want her to serve me tonight. I am willing to have her tonight. I will pay one million. What do you say?” The young rich man asked Mr. Karen, and my jaw dropped in shock.

“What? I am not for sale!” I said, even before Mr. Karen can find words to reply to the arrogant man.

“You slut! If you are not for sale, then why are you dressed like one?” The man replied, his voice cold, and my eyes welled up with tears.

Knowing I have graduated with first class brought fresh tears to my eyes. Only that finding a job was hard. The city was full of millions of people even this magnificent club too.

Mr. Karen hastily chimed in, “Calm down, sir. My girl is new and this is her first time working with us,” he tried explaining to the arrogant client who shook his head.

I haven’t expected my first client for tonight will be a rude man.

*What if he is a mafia?* I pondered as a wave of uneasiness washed over me.

“It’s not like she is a virgin?” The man said as his gaze met mine. “I will pay 1.2 million. What do you say?” He raised the price, clearly determined to have me.

Mr. Karen shifted his gaze to look at my face and asked, “What do you say, Joy?”

“What? I refuse!” I snapped, as I cannot follow this ruthless man. *What if he kills me on the way? No way. I cannot.*

“Hmm… Then I am out of here!” The man walked away from the table, the loud sound of music in the club prevented the other patrons from realizing what has just happened.

I frowned as I hadn’t expected the man to be a bad luck. Thankfully, Mr. Karen didn’t try to call the arrogant client back, but the atmosphere thickened as Mr. Karen looked at me and said, “You’re fired.”

“What? You cannot fire me, sir. Please, give me a second chance,” I begged, following Mr. Karen and Lucy looked at me pitifully.

“Do not follow me, young woman. This is a five-star clubhouse and if you cannot work for the money, then take your leave now,” Mr. Karen pointed at the exit door, but I refused.

“No, sir. Please don’t fire me. That man was too scary, and I was afraid of going with him. It’s not like I will not agree if he was nicer,” I said, my voice choked with sob, but Mr. Karen shook his head firmly.

“No. You are too beautiful for this job, and another patron will desire to have you. Kindly find another work to do. Please, take your leave before I call the security men to bounce you out,” Mr. Karen ordered, his voice firm and I lowered my head in embarrassment, knowing that pleading with him is a waste.

Turning to face my best friend, I apologized to her, “I am sorry, Lucy.”

“It’s fine, Caro,” Lucy mumbled sadly, and I turned to walk back to the elevator to retrieve my brown bag and to change out of this revealing red dress that I am wearing.

However, Mr. Karen’s cold voice stopped me before I can enter the elevator, “Hey! Where do you think you’re going to? Get out of here!”

I stilled and turned to look back at him.